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AUTHOR'S POV:

Shivansh and his mother had been talking for nearly two hours. Like a child, he poured his heart out, recounting everything from the childhood memories she missed, to the struggles of building his business, to the guilt that weighed him down for what he had done to Inayat.

Unnati listened, her emotions swirling from sadness and guilt to pride and anger. When he finished, she firmly told him never to repeat such mistakes again, urging him to trust Inayat no matter what.

Shivansh then asked what had led her to finally accept Inayat. Unnati replied softly, "I saw it in her eyes—her love for you, her honesty. And once I understood her side, I couldn't find a single reason not to accept her. She's a beautiful soul."

As they talked, Inayat entered the room, her eyes landing on the tender scene of Shivansh resting his head on Unnati's lap, while she gently stroked his hair, kissing his forehead from time to time. Inayat cleared her throat to announce her presence, and both of them looked up.

"Shivansh, we need to talk," she said, her tone steady but serious. "Everyone's waiting for you in the hall."

Shivansh's face immediately tightened, and he sat up. As he was about to leave, his mother grasped his wrist, stopping him. "I want to come too. I don't want any more misunderstandings, and I can't stand being away from you anymore."

Shivansh sighed, signaling for Inayat to wait outside. Then, turning to his mother, he held her hands and said softly, "Please rest, Maa. I promise you, everything will be okay. I won't let anyone take you away from here, and I won't make any wrong moves. But your health is more important right now."

Still hesitant, Unnati nodded when Shivansh kissed her forehead and reassured her one last time. "I promise, Maa."

When he stepped outside, he found Inayat still waiting for him. Without a word, he pulled her into a tight embrace, drawing strength from her presence. Inayat caressed his cheek, her eyes soft.

"Ansh," she whispered, "just stay calm and speak from the heart. Don't hide anything. Today, let it all out. No matter what happens, I'll always be by your side."

He nodded, absorbing her words, and kissed her quickly. Inayat kissed him back, her lips lingering with reassurance before they finally walked hand-in-hand to the hall.

As they entered, all eyes were on them—Aryan, Advik, and Adwit were there, along with Shivansh's father sitting on the sofa. Shivansh instructed the younger ones to leave, but Aahana refused, walking over to stand beside Aryan, who placed a protective arm around her.

Shivansh realized in that moment—they weren't children anymore. They needed to know the truth. Nodding, he crossed his arms and faced his father. His voice was low but strong. "Speak. You've been wanting to meet for days now."

His father stood and rested a hand on his son's shoulder. "I'm sorry," he began, his voice breaking.

"I failed you as a father. I thought money and providing would make everything better, but I lost sight of what mattered most. By the time I realized my mistakes, it was too late. You were already carrying the weight of everything I should have been there for."

Shivansh turned away, struggling to hold back his tears, but Inayat noticed. She walked over, rubbing his back in quiet support. Aahana was also crying, and Aryan held her close.

Advay stood in deep reflection, the weight of Shivansh's sacrifices suddenly clear. But Advik and Adwit remained confused, too young to have fully understood what their brother had given up for them.

Then, their father spoke to Advay, "I ignored you all too, thinking Shivansh would lead you all back to me. I was selfish. Forgive me."

Advay remained quiet, staring at his brother's back. Inayat gave Shivansh a gentle nudge, and he turned to face his brother, giving him a slight nod. Advay finally spoke.

"Bhaiya never let us feel your absence. He sacrificed everything for us, and no matter what, I'll always see him as more than just a brother. If anyone deserves your apology, it's him. He carried us when no one else did but he was always alone.

Tears rolled down Shivansh's face as Inayat tightened her hold on him. She wasn't just his support now—she was his strength.

Vrijesh stepped forward, voice heavy with regret. "I only told you to leave because I thought it would make you stronger, teach you responsibility. But I realize now it was my worst decision. I should have helped you, not pushed you away."

Everyone in the room was in tears by now. Shivansh turned, seeing his father with folded hands, trembling with regret. Though the pain of the past still lingered, he saw the sincerity in his father's words. He walked over, gently unfolding his father's hands.

"I can't forget everything, not yet. But I'll try. You gave me the strength to survive, even if your ways were harsh. Let's move forward, together."

Tears of relief and joy filled the room as Vrijesh hugged Shivansh tightly. Though hesitant at first, Shivansh returned the hug, knowing this was the first step toward healing.

After a moment, Vrijesh spoke again. "I don't want to work anymore, but I can't just shut down our business either. It's our family's legacy. I want to appoint a new CEO and step down for good."

Everyone expected him to name Shivansh, and he had already decided to decline it but before he could decline, Vrijesh continued, "Shivansh has his own company to run, so I want to make Advay the new CEO."

The room went still, and Advay stood frozen, unable to process the sudden weight of responsibility now placed on him.

Advay quickly walked over to Vrijesh and spoke in a low, but firm voice, "Bade Papa, I can't do this. I don't want to take over the company."

Vrijesh, taken aback, looked at Advay in confusion. "What are you saying, Advay? Why not? I thought this is what you've been preparing for all along," he said, concern evident in his voice. "If you're still upset with me over something, please, let's talk about it. Just tell me what's wrong."

Advay shook his head, eyes downcast. "No, Bade Papa, it's not about that. It's not about you. It's just... I can't handle this responsibility. Bhaiya is the one who truly knows how to run this company.

Every day I come here, I work under his guidance. He's the reason I'm even standing here, doing what I do. I don't have the drive or the passion to lead like he does. I'm not meant to take charge of everything—he is.

He deserves this, not me. The company has always gone to those who earned it. Grandpa, you, and now it should be Bhaiya."

As Advay's voice trembled with emotion, he stepped closer to Shivansh, who had been quietly observing the conversation from across the room.

Before Advay could say another word, Shivansh placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, silencing him with a look filled with both pride and understanding.

"Advay," Shivansh began softly, his voice steady and reassuring, "you don't give yourself enough credit. You've handled everything so well, especially in my absence. You've stepped up in ways I never expected.

This is yours to take—you deserve this. And I'm always here if you need me. I'll be by your side, guiding you whenever you need it."

Advay looked into Shivansh's eyes, the overwhelming weight of expectation starting to lift, but doubt still lingered. "But Bhaiya... what if I mess this up?"

"You won't," Shivansh said, his voice unwavering. "Trust me, you've got this. And even if things get hard, you won't be alone in it. We're a team."

After what felt like hours of discussion, Shivansh finally managed to convince Advay to take the position. It was also decided that a grand party would be held in a few days to make the official announcement.

Aahana, bubbling with excitement, rushed out of the room to share the news with her mother, while Aryan and Advay stood in a quiet corner, exchanging thoughts about the company's future.

The twins had already retired to their rooms, exhausted by the day's events. Meanwhile, Inayat and Shivansh headed to their own room, seeking a moment of peace after the long, emotionally charged day.

Once inside their room, Shivansh sat heavily on the bed, running his hand through his hair, still processing everything that had happened. The weight of the day lifted slightly, replaced by a sense of relief.

He watched Inayat disappear into the bathroom, and when she returned, her casual attire of a loose t-shirt and joggers, with her damp hair cascading down her shoulders, immediately caught his eye.

There was something calming about her presence, the way she moved so effortlessly, making all the tension melt away.

"Come here," he said softly, his voice filled with affection.

Inayat smiled and walked over to him, standing in front of him. Without a word, Shivansh wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. His head rested against her stomach, his face pressed against the soft fabric of her t-shirt.

Inayat instinctively ran her fingers through his hair, soothing him with her touch. They stood like that for a while, wrapped in the kind of comfortable silence only two people deeply connected could share.

The world outside might be chaotic, but in this moment, it was just the two of them, finding peace in each other.

Finally, Inayat broke the silence, her voice soft but tired. "It was a really hectic day, wasn't it?"

Shivansh nodded, his face still resting against her. The gentle hum of his agreement sent a shiver down her spine, making her smile slightly. He tilted his head up, resting his chin on her stomach as he looked up at her.

"Thank you, Inayat," he said, his voice quiet but sincere. "If you hadn't been there to help me see things clearly, none of this would have happened. You always seem to know what to say when I need it most."

Inayat's lips curled into a playful smirk. "Just a thank you? That's not enough. You'll have to surprise me if you want me to forgive you for being so dramatic," she teased.

Shivansh raised an eyebrow, amused. "Oh, is that so? A surprise, huh? Alright, deal." His eyes sparkled with mischief. "But you'll have to wait here for a bit. You'll get your surprise soon."

Intrigued, Inayat agreed, watching him stand up. Shivansh leaned in, brushing a soft kiss across her lips before walking out of the room, leaving her both excited and curious. Smiling to herself, Inayat stretched out on the bed, deciding to rest while she waited for him to return.

Almost two hours passed before Shivansh came back, carrying a tray in his hands. Inayat, who had been lazily scrolling through her phone, perked up when she saw him. Her face lit up with excitement as she spotted the tray filled with food.

"What's this?" she asked, her curiosity growing.

Shivansh grinned and placed the tray on the table. "You'll see."

He lifted the cover to reveal a steaming plate of creamy truffle pasta—her absolute favorite. Inayat's eyes widened with surprise and delight as the delicious aroma filled the room. She wasted no time, eagerly getting up and moving toward the table.

But just as she was about to dig in, Shivansh gently grabbed her wrist. "Wash your hands first," he said, trying to sound serious.

Inayat pouted, crossing her arms. "You just killed all my excitement, Shivansh!" But then, her expression softened into a grin, and she added playfully, "Fine, then you feed me."

He chuckled softly, shaking his head at her antics, but happily obliged. Shivansh took a forkful of pasta and fed her. The moment the creamy pasta hit her tongue, she let out a satisfied moan, savoring the rich flavor.

"This is amazing! Who made this?" she asked between bites, her eyes gleaming with pleasure.

Shivansh continued feeding her, a small smile playing on his lips, but remained silent. Inayat noticed his lack of response and narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously.

"Wait... did you make this?" she asked, her voice filled with awe.

Shivansh gave her a humble nod, and Inayat's smile grew wider as she threw her arms around him in a tight hug. "This is so sweet! But how did you know truffle pasta is my favorite?"

"I may have called Rhea," Shivansh confessed, his voice soft as he glanced at her shyly.

Inayat beamed, her heart swelling with affection. "You're such a cutiepie!" she said, playfully pulling at his cheek.

Shivansh's ears turned red as he shifted uncomfortably in her embrace. "Don't call me that," he mumbled. "If you keep calling me cute, I'll show you a side of me you might not be ready for."

Inayat giggled, enjoying his embarrassment. "Aww, is my cute little Shivansh blushing?"

He shot her a playful glare and made a move to snatch her phone as she pretended to take a picture of him.

Their laughter filled the room as they playfully wrestled for control of the phone, their giggles echoing off the walls. Eventually, they settled down, finishing the meal with content smiles.

Later, as Shivansh returned from putting away the dishes, he noticed Inayat standing near a drawer, her eyes fixed on something inside.

As he approached, he saw that she was staring at the gun he had hidden there. His heart skipped a beat, wondering how she would react.

"Inayat..." he began, his voice gentle yet cautious. She turned toward him, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Shivansh," she said softly, "what is this doing here?"

He took a deep breath, knowing this moment would come sooner or later. "It's for protection. There were times in the past... when I needed it. When things with Vikrant got bad, I had to be prepared for the worst. I don't carry it around now, but I kept it, just in case."

Inayat's eyes softened as she realized the weight of the past he had been carrying. She nodded slowly. "I understand why you had it then. But Shivansh... do you still need it now? Things have changed, haven't they?"

Shivansh looked at her, and in that moment, he realized just how much he had been holding onto those shadows. "You're right," he said, reaching for her hand. "Things are different now. I don't need to keep those reminders around anymore. I'll get rid of it."

Inayat smiled softly, relieved. She squeezed his hand. "We're building a new life together, Shivansh. Let's leave the past behind."

He nodded, pulling her into his arms. "We will. From now on, it's just us."

Just then suddenly Shivansh's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as he quickly took the gun from Inayat's hands, pointing it playfully at her.

She gasped, startled for a moment, but deep down, she knew he would never harm her. A teasing smile danced on his lips as he said, "There's so much more I can do with this gun than just protect myself."

Inayat looked at him, confusion mixed with intrigue. "Like what?"

Without breaking his gaze, Shivansh pulled her close by the waist, their bodies flush against each other. He gently pressed the gun against her forehead, leaning in, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Test your love, baby."

A sly smile spread across Inayat's face, her pulse racing. "What do I need to do?"

Shivansh's eyes darkened with desire as he pulled her even closer, their faces mere inches apart. "If you love me, take this bullet."

Inayat looked into his eyes, unafraid, and nodded. She felt the weight of their connection, a trust deeper than any words could express.

He was taken aback by her unwavering trust, overwhelmed with emotion, and lowered the gun, whispering, "I thought I was the crazy one. But you... you've outdone me, Ina. My life isn't mine anymore-it's yours."

He placed the gun in her hands and guided it to his own forehead, staring into her eyes with fierce tenderness. "My life is now at your mercy. One command, and I would die for you."

Seeing the love in his eyes, Inayat's heart raced, and a mischievous spark ignited within her. "There's more than one way to use this gun."

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MATURE CONTENT !

Now it was Shivansh's turn to be caught off guard. Before he could respond, she pushed him down onto the bed, straddling him with newfound confidence.

She let the barrel of the gun trace a slow path from his forehead down to his chin, her eyes locked on his, daring him to respond. Leaning down, she whispered, "Like this."

With the gun resting under his chin, she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned chest. She trailed kisses along his neck, biting him lightly, leaving little marks that made him shiver beneath her touch.

Shivansh's breathing quickened, his hands instinctively gripping her waist as her kisses moved lower, trailing down his chest. Each touch sent a thrill through him, igniting a slow fire between them.

She moved against him, grinding herself against him, teasing him until he couldn't hold back any longer.

He groaned, feeling the heat radiating between them. With a sudden burst of passion, he reversed their positions, pinning her beneath him, his eyes dark with desire.

He leaned down, whispering, "Now, let me show you what happens when you make me crazy..."

He took the gun from her hands and pressed it against her stomach, his gaze burning into hers. As he leaned down to kiss her, he slowly rubbed the cold metal over her bare skin, lifting her top just enough to expose her midriff.

Inayat's chest heaved up and down, goosebumps spreading across her body as anticipation built between them.

Shivansh peppered kisses from her lips down to her collarbone, then over her breasts, lingering over her sensitive skin.

He traced a path down her stomach, licking around her navel, teasing her until she could barely contain her moans. Inayat gasped, pushing his face deeper into her warmth, craving more of him.

As his lips explored every inch of her, he slowly slid the gun inside her pants, still licking her navel. When the barrel reached the waistband of her panties, her breath hitched, a mix of pleasure and anticipation coursing through her.

He pushed it inside her panties, rubbing the cold metal over her clit until she was trembling, on the edge of release.

And now Shivansh could not resist himself seeing her naked. He slowly took his hands to her pants and looked at her for her consent but Inayat seemed to be lost in the pleasure and now by looking at her there was no doubt that she was even more aroused that Shivansh himself.

Before he could even ask, she threw off her pants and panties, guiding his hand with the gun back to her clit. "Ansh, please don't stop. Do it faster..." she demanded breathlessly.

Shivansh was shocked by her boldness. But Inayat had never been innocent-she must have imagined this a thousand times over the past two years.

Now that it was finally happening, she couldn't control herself. Seeing Inayat like this fueled Shivansh, making him want to make the moment even more intimate.

Inayat, consumed by pleasure, held his wrist and guided the barrel to her entrance. "Ansh... fuck me with that... please," she whispered, her voice filled with lust.

Hearing such dirty words from her mouth made Shivansh even more driven. What had started as love now had a trace of lust.

He stopped his movements and locked eyes with her. "Have you ever fingered yourself thinking of another man? Or is it only me? In your head, on your lips, and soon inside you?" he teased.

Inayat, irritated because she was on the brink of release, replied, "No, only you... yes, I did it thinking about you... only you. Now, please, fuck me."

Listening to this, Shivansh's eyes darkened, and he smirked. "You shouldn't have done that. The first thing that should have entered your tight little hole is my dick. Now, since you've used your fingers before I could, you need a punishment. You're not getting fucked anytime soon."

Saying this before even Inayat could react he took her lips into a passionate kiss and again started rubbing her clit and this time faster. Very faster making her legs shake.

Inayat couldn't hold back any longer. "Anshh!!" she moaned with her voice being muffled due to the kiss. The urgency in her tone drove him wild.

With a swift motion, Shivansh broke the kiss and lifted her T-shirt, exposing her chest in a delicate lace bra. The sight of her made his pulse quicken.

As the gun worked its way down her body, he let out a soft groan, feeling the thrill of their connection. With his free hand, he squeezed her breast, and she responded with a soft, sensual moan. "Mmmhm."

His hands moved faster, teasing and tormenting her as she clutched the bedsheet in her fist, throwing her head back in pleasure. "Ahhh, Shivansh... please," she gasped, the tension building within her.

Shivansh leaned down, kissing and biting her poking nipples over the fabric, drawing out even more soft cries from her. "Please what, baby?" he demanded, his voice low and dripping with lust.

"I need it, p-please I'm... aah!! I-I wanna cumm..." she let out, her breath hitching as desire coursed through her.

"As you say, my sunshine," he replied, his tone sultry and dripping with anticipation, making her heart race even faster. He increased his pace, pushing her closer to the edge.

"Cum for me, Ina," he commanded, his voice low and sultry. She felt the tension build inside her, her body responding to his every touch, every whisper.

With a few more strokes, the world around her faded away, and she let go, crying out his name as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Shivansh pulled the gun out, licking away the evidence of her pleasure,   making sure it was clean And while doing this he made sure to make an eye contact with her.

And by seeing Shivansh licking her juices like its the tastiest thing in the world did many things to Inayat's body.

Just by seeing this scene Inayat felt like she is getting wet again, he leaned down, capturing her lips with his again, making her taste the sweet essence.

Then Shivansh hovered over Inayat, admiring her disheveled beauty. Her eyes were closed, hair messy, chest rising and falling as she gasped for breath, lips swollen and parted. He smiled softly and whispered, "You look so beautiful."

Despite her state, Inayat blushed deeply and turned her head away, too shy to reply. Shivansh chuckled seeing her sudden change from fully bold to complete shy.

He leaned down, pressing gentle kisses to her crown, her cheek, and finally her lips before getting up from the bed.

Confused, she watched him vanish into the washroom. Moments later, he returned with a towel and a huge bowl of water, sitting between her legs.

"Y-you don't have to do this," she stammered, embarrassed, as she attempted to sit up. But Shivansh gently gripped her inner thighs, stopping her with a tender smile. "I'm just taking care of my baby. Let me, please."

Inayat bit her lower lip and, too flustered to meet his gaze, allowed him to clean her up. His eyes stayed on her, full of affection and care, while she avoided looking at him, shy under his tender touch.

Once finished, Shivansh went back into the washroom and returned with a loose T-shirt and a pair of shorts. Inayat gazed at him with so much love as he gently helped her sit up.

Carefully, he tugged her shirt up, revealing her lace bra. His eyes lingered for a second, but he held back his desires, focusing on helping her dress in the comfortable clothes he brought.

As he looked at her, he teased, "You don't have to be so shy, baby. There's nothing to hide. I've seen everything-well, almost everything," he added, his eyes playfully drifting to her breast.

Inayat, flustered, lightly slapped his arm before covering herself with the duvet. Shivansh chuckled, putting the clothes away before returning to bed.

He slid beside her, pulling her close, resting her head on his arm. After kissing her crown, and together, they drifted into peaceful sleep, comforted in each other's warmth not knowing that soon they will have to make some important decisions.

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